Tomorrow, Tomorrow!

Well, today is my last day of being a mother to three, my last day as just a boy mom! Everything is ready, we just need her!

I cannot wait to see her face. I want to know if she'll be dark haired or blonde, or if she has Mom's features or Dad's. Will she look like any of her brothers? How much will she weigh? I am thinking she'll be a peanut, less than 8 pounds. Will she have a birthmark? Will she recognize her Momma when she's laid on my chest?

There are worrisome things, too. Will the guy poking my spine be good at his job? Will there be any complications with the surgery? Blood loss?  Will she cry right away? Will she latch okay and gain weight? My mind is spinning today with questions!

But I have family, friends, church family covering me in prayers. I have support, encouragement, and a hand to hold from my husband. I have a big, big God who has a plan for my life. I will rest in that today and tomorrow until all these questions will be answered.

I'm ready for her.

Momma can't wait to meet you, baby girl! Let's do this!

So Close!

It's almost time! I'm used to the last few weeks of pregnancy dragging on forever, but this is flying by. I'm less than 4 days away from meeting my daughter.

I have a few last minute things to do... switch around some car seats, pack my hospital bag, get my nails done (#priorities), finish some laundry, and clean some random things around the house that are bugging me (nesting much?).  I have about as much motivation as a pot-smoking sloth but I every once in a while I get a few bursts.

I have only a few small details in the nursery to finish but it's good enough for now. I want to share pictures but her name is plastered all over in the room so I guess it will have to wait a bit. Her name isn't really a secret... I tend to tell anyone that asks... but I've kept it off social media so far so I have to make it the last few days!

Meanwhile, my boys are making the last few days fun...ish. They have all been so snuggly! Even Maverick who is not at all a momma's boy has been giving me random kisses and climbing up on my lap to sit with me. It's so sweet. Easton keeps asking to feel her kick and lights up when she does. I think they will be besties. On the less fun side of things... Tuck has figured out how to open the refrigerator and take his pants and diaper off.  And Mavy is obsessed with sneaking into Baby Girl's room to throw around all her socks and jump in her crib. He can't even get her door open but he manages to convince Tuck to open everything for him. Seriously. I watched him "ask" Tuck to open the refrigerator yesterday... he pointed and mumbled some twin language and Tuck clearly got what he was saying.  They are something else. I'm hoping they get it all out of their system now so that when I'm sitting down for a 40 minute nursing session maybe they will just play... hey, a girl can dream.

Honestly, for being 39 weeks pregnant I'm feeling pretty good. Maybe the twin pregnancy was bad enough to make this feel easy. I still sleep pretty well and I'm not 100% uncomfortable all the time. I'm not nearly as swollen as I was the past two pregnancies, and I'm thanking my central AC for that. I really can't complain. (and if I did it would be about the fact that no one brought me potato skins and tortellini with alfredo sauce last night... cause man, that woulda hit the spot) I'm trying to soak in all her kicks and hiccups while I can since this may be the last! I'm so grateful to God that he's had his hand on me this whole pregnancy and it has gone so smoothly. What a blessing!

Well,  I better go muster up some energy to at least empty the dishwasher or fold the laundry that's been in the dryer since yesterday.  Next post should have pictures of a beautiful baby girl! 💗

Single Digits!

I'm not thrilled that I'm having a c-section, but at least I there's the perk of knowing exactly when she's coming! I can't believe it's a week from tomorrow! With the twins I assumed I could go in to labor at any point past like 36 weeks, so it seemed like the longest month of my life from that point until actually meeting them on my due date. But now I'm so close with an end in sight! 

I had a little nesting phase yesterday with this random burst of energy. It's not very often anymore that I feel up to tackling big tasks... it's more clean for 10 minutes, sit down for 10. Not very efficient.  But yesterday I got quite a bit done, including sterilizing all the pacifiers and pump parts. Not sure how much I will use the pump but at least it's ready. My hubby hung this pretty chandelier in baby girl's room yesterday and it looks awesome! I organized my bedroom and made sure the rock n play will fit next to my bed. Lots done, not much left to do! 

But today I wanted to post about my first born! It was his fourth birthday this past weekend and I want to make sure I remember this stage of his life, cause oh my gosh- I love it! 

Four years ago I became a mother to my sweet Easton. That first year was rough... we were up all night, I worked full time, and I was trying to get the hang of this motherhood thing.  Fast forward a bit and that little guy is my best buddy.  He is my sunshine, my helper, my sweetheart! Like literally right now, he just found a cardboard box on the kitchen floor and asked if he could go throw it "in the 'cycle bin" for me. All day long he tells me he loves me and thanks me for even the simplest things I do for him.  The newest compliment is "Mom, you know you're my favorite girl in the world?" I hear that all day. I mean, he will use the same thing for his grandma's or aunts but still. I hear it the most, and it absolutely melts my heart. It's saddening to know he will grow up and I will embarrass him and make him mad.. but for right now, I'm his favorite girl in the world! 

Any mom would love to have him as their child. He cleans up his dishes without being asked, he hardly ever gives me attitude, he's easy going and happy, and he dishes out the sweetest compliments. I mean, he notices when I put nicer clothes on or get my nails done and always tells me I'm so pretty. Not to rub it in, but that 3 year old stage that everyone dreads? Never really had it. He was an angel. (Don't worry, the twins make up for it... I'm not walking down easy street by any means). 

He wanted a Cars birthday party so we had that for him on his birthday. It was all family and I made baked ziti, cause it's his favorite thing in the world. He lives off of yogurt, cheerios, bananas, and pb&j, but if I happen to make ziti (with penne noodles only... he won't eat anything else) he will demolish three plates of it. He helped me make cupcakes for his party because he loves to bake! 

We got him a ton of Super Mario things since one of his favorite things right now is playing Mario Kart with daddy. He has to have Luigi and the "monster truck with big tires." He finally got his remote control Grave Digger he's been asking for since last fall, a set of Transformer Rescue Bots and a bunch of Lego sets. His tastes may change, but I doubt Legos will be going anywhere. Between the three of them, I am prepared to step on sharp little plastic blocks for the next 10 years or so. Oh well, I wanted boys! 

It was a great party and he was so good about it all being over the next day. Even as an adult, I get bummed when my birthday is over... but he was fine. He had lots of awesome toys to play with so he was happy. 

I'm so blessed that God chose me to be his Momma. He truly makes my life soooo much better and my days so much sweeter.  Happy fourth birthday, Easton! We're so proud of you and we love you so much!